Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

It was honestly the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I then stared into her eyes and said, "Get up Sam, I need you to stand before me." She looked disappointed, but wiggled off my lap and placed her feet on the floor and stood as was asked. I grabbed the pillow she had been leaning up and placed it on the floor directly in front of me, then said one word, "Kneel."

My knees trembled. My vision blurred at the edges. My breath grew uneven. Omega instincts screamed. Submit. Kneel. Obey. I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood. No. I straightened further. Forced my body to hold. Forced my mind to sharpen. “I kneel to no one,” I said. My voice did not shake. A ripple moved through the court. Shock. Disbelief. Anger. Fools. They thought I was arrogant.

Humans are just weird. " Knell before the presence of the Queen." The royal servant ordered as he kneels down next to me silently informing me that he thinks I'm uneducated and do not know the human procedures for kneeling before someone. Pah! I have kneeled before a goddess! I don't need some fancy-dressed human to tell me how it's done! Even though I felt like so, I held my tongue and did what was told. I got down on one knee with my head bowed. The strong smells of different perfumes coming from the other high titles citizens standing on both sides of the entrance are killing me.

“Sir, perhaps it’s because you didn’t kneel.” Ol’ Joe’s found came through his earbuds. “You have to kneel on one knee. Only then can Madam feel your sincerity.”

I growled in his face. He was looking at me with wide eyes, scared out if his wits. "Kneel," my command shot through the open ground and the thuds of every single person's knees hitting the ground echoed. No one made a sound. Even the birds were silent. He looked around, terror in his eyes as he looked at hundreds of people kneeling before me. I didn't even have to look to know that. I tossed him away and he fell on the ground as I loomed over him.

“Kneel.” The word cracks across the silence like a command carved in stone. I stay on my feet. “On your knees,” another voice says, colder this time. “You stand before the Crown.” “I stand before frightened people,” I reply. A hand forces my shoulder down. I drop to one knee. Not in surrender. In calculation. They circle me, their voices steady, rehearsed. “Bless his rule.” “Speak his name.” “Confirm the One Who Hears.”

My heart flutter at their movements. "Shit just got real." I heard Cade whisper to Adrian and they also knelt down in front of me, hanging their heads low. It is known that kneeling for someone means you respect and you surrender. In the underworld, in our world, kneeling for someone means the person is higher than you and has command over you. They all know, we all know, yet they all still knelt down for me. Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet.

His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that both terrified and thrilled me. "On your knees," he said. The command was quiet, but it held the weight of the world. This was it. The ultimate act of submission. To kneel before him. To put myself physically beneath him. My legs felt like they were going to give out, but I forced them to bend. I sank to my knees on the plush carpet, the floor soft beneath me. I kept my eyes downcast, focused on the polished leather of his shoes. I couldn't look at him. I didn't have the courage.

I walk to the room next to mine and gently knock, waiting for her permission to enter. I hear a weak "come in" and I opened the door and walked inside. I see her sitting on her bed, with her head bowed and hands on her face sobbing. I proceed to sit on her bed and she immediately hugs me. I rub her back soothingly and gently to calm her down. " It is okay,shhhhshh... whatever it is it's going to be alright. It's only temporary" I say and keep on comforting her until she is calm enough to talk.

He recognized the sharp, angular handwriting immediately. You know the position. Kneel. Wait. A shiver of pure, unadulterated submission ran through him. This was it. This was the test. He looked around the room, his gaze landing on the plush, cream-colored carpet in the center of the living area. He took a deep breath and walked over, his bare feet silent on the thick pile. He sank to his knees, the fabric of his sweatpants bunching around his thighs. He placed his hands on his knees, palms up, and bowed his head, his eyes fixed on the carpet in front of him.